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Almost 3 months here. My life in  กรุงเทพมหานคร (Bangkok) is halfway complete and I don't know how to feel about it. Did you know Thai people actually call Bangkok Grun-tep, which means, "area of angels" "Thailand" is just the word everyone else uses Time is simply flying by and I know I will miss this warm feather-like humid air and population of independent women who chase ladies nights and adventure as much as I do. In January, I jump on a plane and move to a new Asian Destination for Part II of my training program. And at this point of my journey I feel all sorts of things about leaving. Its hard to clearly communicate, but in so few words, the way I feel about leaving is the same way I feel about leaving a really fun party right when my favorite song comes on. I am at my peak time of growth and maturity, but yet know I am in the peak years of youth! Making friends, taking risks, travelling alone. Would it be strange to say Bangkok is like a ro

farang:  ฝรั่ง F̄rạ̀ng Foreigner. I've been going to the hospital quite often. You cannot control how your body will react to new environments. Like, no one tells you about this nor do they prepare you. But the healthcare system here is seamless and incredibly affordable, so that hasn't been an added stress. So I feel like a total mess somedays. I feel uncomfortable in my own skin, like I'm an unwelcomed guest in a home. " i  lik e to pretend that i am growing into a skin when i feel that way." -Meg's consolation Soul talks and sisterhood. That's been my medicine. Thank God for women who tell you how they think your beautiful in the exact way you need to hear it. I've been looking at flowers a lot. They don't speak Thai and I feel like I can understand them. So there's this soi (alleyway) near my work that my friend does outreach for sextrafficking in. Its convenient for us to meet for lunch and also a very strange worl

Here are the photos you can't google and the moments you can't relive.  passing stranger THB 15 adventure entryway humble looking up  why they call them ruins "this area for monks only" not blending in  passing snacks con(temple)ating the head in the right place Gab role model mood forgotten pieces cruel cruel abuse i just wanted a picture of the crocs a rare shot of no people smirk triumphant nama-stay here and got to sleep a-cute-thaya  serene Turmeric or flowers My kind of gold. “This area for monks only” May the ancient never grow old Aesthetically pleasing and The photogenic. The homemade food Redefining what’s hygienic. The drinks are cheap But train tickets are cheaper Left the familiar for unknown, Now that woman’s a keeper. ​ I'm no longer asking: Why is this happening to me? I'm now asking: What is thi